The calamity called upon by relentless silence Is not my fault, or is it? There’s unerasable wounds that can’t be worded It’s frustrating, distant Even if someone were to extend their hand to me Not grasping it, I remain alone

Anyone can strongly oppose fate Once again I turned a blind eye Rather than lacking interest, I’m afraid Averting my eyes, I ran away Even if someone were to call out to me I wouldn’t be able to respond

Guided by destiny, waiting in the moon’s capital The one-winged angel, that silently Kept to herself, now, from within her heart.. “―Please, listen to me!” In order to alter the unchanging tomorrow In order to spin the never-ending future I want to ascertain the warmth Of the hand someone held out to me!